Siheyuan: The Idiot in Charge

Chapter 13 Becoming the Head of Household

After a dreamless night, Jia Weidong woke up early without disturbing anyone else. He went out quietly and went out of the yard to the public toilet for a while. Then he ran to a nearby park to exercise, boxing, push-ups, sit-ups, and squats. I trotted back until I was sweating profusely.

There was no one in the yard, it was still early, and most people probably hadn't gotten up yet. When they got home, they opened the door and found that Qin Huairu had already gotten up and was lying on the sewing machine in the living room, making clothes.

"You're up"

Qin Huairu saw Jia Weidong open the door and come in. He took a look and was a little surprised.

"Well, morning sister-in-law!"

"You came back just in time. Try these pants. I took your brother's old cotton pants and changed them." Qin Huairu said, handing over a pair of green cotton pants.

"Thank you, sister-in-law!" Jia Weidong took it

"Family, you don't need to thank me. You should put on your pants first and your cotton-padded jacket. It will be ready in a moment." Huairu said and continued to work on the sewing machine.

"Ok"

Jia Weidong took the pants back to the room, sat on the edge of the kang and took off his torn cotton pants and put them on. After a while, Qin Huairu came in and handed him a blue cotton-padded jacket. At first glance, he knew it was made from the work clothes of the steel rolling mill. , took it, took off the tattered cotton-padded jacket and put on it.

“Not bad, I feel more energetic”

Qin Huairu stepped forward to help him straighten his clothes, took a few steps back, looked at Jia Weidong up and down and said.

"Thank you, sister-in-law"

Not to mention, Qin Huairu is really ingenious, and Jia Weidong feels that the clothes fit him well.

"I told you, we're a family, no need to thank you, I'm going to make breakfast."

Qin Huairu said and turned around and left the room. Jia Weidong folded the torn cotton-padded jacket and cotton trousers that he had taken off, placed them on the head of the kang, and continued to lean on the edge of the kang, thinking.

"Son, come here and try on these shoes."

Mrs. Jia Zhang got up and looked at Jia Weidong who had changed his clothes and was sitting blankly on the edge of the kang. He took out a pair of cloth-soled cotton shoes from the kang headboard and handed it to him. Mrs. Jia Zhang was a master of shoe soles and making cloth shoes. Seeing Jia Weidong put it on, he nodded with satisfaction, "Quite energetic!"

Qin Huairu made breakfast, but the two children didn't wake up.

"Let's eat first. After eating, I will take Jia Er to the police station to register for residence," Jia Zhang ordered Qin Huairu.

"Okay, Mom"

Qin Huairu brought breakfast to the table, and the three of them sat down to eat breakfast. Today's breakfast consisted of white-flour steamed buns, steamed buns, and stick porridge.

"Son, eat the steamed buns, look at how thin you are."

When Jia Zhang saw Jia Weidong just drinking porridge with his head down, he took a steamed bun and stuffed it into his hand. He also took a steamed bun and bit it in his mouth. Qin Huairu said nothing, lowering his head and nibbling on the steamed bun.

"Huai Ru, you go buy some meat later and come back to make braised pork for lunch. Look how thin my son is."

"Okay, Mom"

Although it has been more than ten years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, many women are still deeply influenced by feudal ethics. Qin Huairu has no education. Since marrying into the Jia family, she has been suppressed by the Jia and Zhang family, and her status in the family is not high.

After finishing breakfast, he put down the bowls and chopsticks for Qin Huairu to clean up. Jia Zhang led Jia Weidong out of the yard with her household registration book and certificate issued by the village.

It was time to go out to work. I followed Jia Zhang and greeted people all the way. When I arrived at the entrance of the alley, there was a hairdresser. Sitting next to him was an old man in his fifties or sixties. Jia Zhang's la Jia Weidong walked over.

<divclass="contentadv">"Master Liu, give my son a haircut"

"Okay! Sit over there and wait. Young man, come on, sit over here." The old man greeted enthusiastically.

Jia Weidong sat down and while the old man was preparing, he whispered to the old man what kind of hairstyle he should get.

"Master, if you are tired, help me cut like this..."

The old man's movements were quite nimble and he quickly fixed it. He took a look in the small mirror and found that it was fine. His hair was broken and he looked very energetic.

"You're a good young man, he's very energetic." The old man also praised next to him.

"That's my son." Mrs. Jia Zhang came over proudly and gave her money, eight cents, yes, eight cents.

Jia Zhang took Jia Weidong and continued walking towards the police station. When they arrived at the police station, they were received by a young police comrade.

"Comrade, I'm here to register my son's household registration."

"Getting registered?" The police comrade knew Jia Zhang and had just dealt with Jia Dongxu's matter two days ago.

"That's it..." Mrs. Jia Zhang said as she took out the household registration book and the certificate issued by the village and handed it to the police comrade, who took it and looked at it carefully.

"Okay, come with me. It just so happens that Jia Dongxu hasn't closed his account yet, so we can do it together today."

When they arrived at the household registration room, the police comrades asked them to sit on the bench opposite the desk. While questioning them, they took out a new household registration book and took a pen to fill it out.

"Comrade, can I change my name?" Jia Weidong stood up, walked to the desk and said.

"Change your name? Yes, what name do you want to change it to?

"Jia Erchunping doesn't sound good, I want to change it to Jia Weidong, the guard who protects the motherland, the east, west, north, south and east."

"You kid, how can you change the name given by your parents at will?" After hearing this, Mrs. Jia Zhang hurriedly stopped her.

"Mom, am I not your son now? Jia Chunping is the son of his parents in the countryside, and Jia Weidong is your son. Isn't that good?

The sound of "Mom" made Mrs. Jia Zhang stand on the spot, and she didn't even bother to stop her.

The police comrade glanced at Jia Weidong, lowered his head and quickly filled it out. After writing, he took out his official seal and stamped it, handed it to Jia Weidong, and then said to Jia Weidong.

"Take it, now you can go to the street to get a grain book."

"Thank you, comrade!"

Jia Weidong took the household registration book, opened it and looked at it, and found that his name was actually filled in the head of household column, head of household: Jia Weidong.

This police comrade must have copied Jia Dongxu's name from his old household registration book, and then directly changed Jia Dongxu's name to his own, without paying attention to his age. Forget it, never mind, I will be sixteen in two months anyway.

"Mom, it's done, let's go!"

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Let's go." Jia Zhang came to her senses and followed Jia Weidong out of the police station with a smile on her face.